So there I was, all warm and cozy watching tv from my couch late one night last week. When all of a sudden I realized my car was parked on the wrong side of the street during a Snow Emergency.
For those not from Minneapolis, we have spent much of this winter dealing with snow falls. When the snow reaches a certain point, the city calls a "snow emergency" and we being a complicated three day process of moving cars from one side of the street to the other. Woe to the person caught with a car on the wrong side of the street at the wrong time. It usually means a lengthy bus trip to the other side of town and then shelling out massive amounts of cash to get your car out of the impound.
Back to the story. So, panic filled my heart there on the couch as I realized my car was already 15 minutes into wrong side parking. I raced to my coat and mittens, threw them on over my sweats and ran to my car. Luck was with me as it was still in it's spot and I was able to move it over to the correct side of the street undetected.
I was walking back up my front sidewalk in the dark thinking about how I had tempted fate, when I noticed something out of the corner of my eye as I walked up my front steps. I stopped and looked at in the dark. It was sitting very still and looking back at me.
At first I thought it was a dog, but it didn't move when I took the next step up. Then for a second I thought it was a raccoon, but realized that it didn't have the little bandit eye markings. It was also far too still for a raccoon. I got within 4 feet of it and it sat there looking at me and then very slowly labored down the side of my step and slowly walked away towards my back yard. I ran inside my house (ever the diligent blogger) and got my camera.
You have to look closely to see it. It was fairly large, had a pointy nose and a long rat-like tail.
More than a little freaked out when I got inside I called my dad, who has much experience with all things wild, and described it to him. It was a possum.
Now we don't generally have possums in Minnesota. So, this identification was a bit surprising. I asked my dad if possums were usually so slow in moving. He said no, but the little guy was probably was not dealing with the cold well.
So, now I have been watching and worrying about my possum and how he is doing in this cold.